If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love (Dylan Thomas Poems)
If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through ...
If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through ...
In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts ...
Now Say nay, Man dry man, Dry lover mine The deadrock base and blow the flowered anchor, Should he, for ...
I I see the boys of summer in their ruin Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, ...
When I was a windy boy and a bit And the black spit of the chapel fold, (Sighed the old ...
O Out of a bed of love When that immortal hospital made one more moove to soothe The curless counted ...
From love's first fever to her plague, from the soft second And to the hollow minute of the womb, From ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
I dreamed my genesis in sweat of sleep, breaking Through the rotating shell, strong As motor muscle on the drill, ...
I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain, Let fall the tear of time; the sleeper's eye, Shifting to ...
And death shall have no dominion. Dead mean naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and ...
The conversation of prayers about to be said By the child going to bed and the man on the stairs ...
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage ...
I All all and all the dry worlds lever, Stage of the ice, the solid ocean, All from the oil, ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
There was a saviour Rarer than radium, Commoner than water, crueller than truth; Children kept from the sun Assembled at ...
Too proud to die; broken and blind he died The darkest way, and did not turn away, A cold kind ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
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